Impossible love, when it's time to let it go?
We aren't men, just blind little mice with one last hope of a chance...that at the bottom of the abyss will be Angels to take us before the jagged rocks does.
We clung desperately to the love that we never had, that we didn't expected, that came when our fingers had no more strength to pull us up, over the edge, and then we cry, not out of fear but of regret, of what it could had been, then...it's not so difficult to let go.

Hanging with the tip of your fingers
over an abysmal void waiting down,
incertitude, after being pushed over
the edge, hanging there like a clown
that will don’t get any helping hand
not even the most deserved applause.

You were but one of the blind mice
doomed in a seas of tears to drown,
but not before you giving the world
one of those heartily of last laughs,
circus spectators don’t want tragedy,
they wish to express mirth, not frown.

The finger are getting tired, letting go,
where are the angels in white gowns?
that should be coming to your rescue
after, being innocent, praying to God
to be spared for one more day, please,
say goodbye today you didn’t thought.

You didn’t want but your fingers did,
slip that feeble and sharp edge its hold,
as you fell fear doesn’t takes your heart
you know you are falling and not float,
but peacefully thinking of all blind mice
and all the angels waiting for you below.